I am a secret country music fan. I've had an on again off again love affair with country for years. It started after I moved to a small rodeo town in northern California. I was certain I wanted a little hillbilly life in the dusty mountains(this was long before I was certain I was going to marry the alternative rock musician, but after my Grateful Dead faze), but came to find out I just didn't have what it takes-bottom line was Wranglers were a requirement.
Recently I caught myself giggling while driving down the road listening to the latest country tunes with lyrics like-"there ain't nothin like the sound of a cooler sloshing on the bed of your truck" or "you don't look a day over fast cars and freedom" and "It's two bare feet on the dashboard, young love and an old Ford, cheap shades and a tattoo and a Yoo hoo on the floor board." How can this music not make you feel good? It instantly transforms you back to simpler days, all your first loves, hot summer nights, old friends, and the ever important-beer, cheap wine and hard liquor. For a short time this winter I was soo deep into country I was considering the name Wyatt for baby #3.
Well, all I have is a secret love of the music and in the end I kinda did marry a cowboy of sorts. His horse is a truck, the long dusty trail is the road, and camping out under the stars is a truck stop. When I started dating Todd he loved tight jeans and he still wears cowboy boots when we go out. He dreams of adventures in the wild west together-via a Peterbilt and several stops to deliver loads. It may not be the romantic backdrop of the dusty mountains, but it's mine and I love it.